A howl of rage goes up from the host, only Chaka smiles.
"Open up! open up!" he cries.

"Make room for the Umkandhlu GIRLS!" And with hanging heads they pass us.
Now he whispers a word to the indunas.

The indunas run; they whisper to Menziwa the general and to the captains; then two regiments rush down the hill, two more run to the right, and yet another two to the left.
But Chaka stays on the hill with the three that are left.

Again comes the roar of the meeting shields.

Ah! these are men: they fight, they do not run.